My Will Brings Down The Moon

After speaking with Satira and learning a bit about the red man that she'd seen here and there, Asla decided that they needed to talk. Any self respecting wolf would have introduced himself to the family of the woman that he was sleeping with, but Cinaed, as he was called, had not. So, Aslatiel was going to him instead. It soured her mood towards the man and he was already in the red. She wondered if he'd be able to swing her opinion of him by the time they were done.

The scarred woman made her way towards the den that Satira had claimed for herself, knowing that Cinaed would be staying there as well. The blonde furred fae pulled up just outside of the den's mouth and wuffed lightly, calling inside for the fiery brute. Once that was done, she moved a few paces off and seated herself in the grass. Asla's galactic gaze shifted around, looking at this and that, taking in the day's fine weather. He had better not keep her waiting for too long.

"Aslatiel"